The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1887-12-01

and hesitated long before he rave up ~
search, and went to tell his wife.
What words ars adequate TO picture
that scenef
The heart-crushed man and the hor.
ror-stfuck woman looked at each other
~, shrouded In despair-they saw their
utter helplessness and felt their desola-
tion. @4.
II John had died they would have
known the extent Of their loss, but the
very uncertainty Of his fate added to
their misery and gave poignsncy TO the
sickness of their hearts. t
Those Of you who have laid your hearts
IN the grave can understand, partially,
the feeling with which Jennie sat ct the
window through the weary hours OF that
long night, while John paced the streets.
You who have not known death, need
not seek to understand.
The storyi
"Oh, it's too long to tell. We haven't
space. The boy was not found. John
Wilson sailed alone, leaving his heart be-
hind him, forced by duty whose claims
he could not resist. Jennie stayed be-
hind in strange city, her husband gone,
her boy-wherei Time sped ON. A fort
night passed and then with hope crushed
to earth she followed across the trackless
sea, and fell weeping and convulsed with
grief in the arms of her husband waiting
Tor her on the pier, in arms - nerveless
% her heart.
In the interval John had gone to his
Scotland home, arriving in time to. wit
ness the farewell scene and that alone.
A glimmering spark of intellect kindled
in the fathers countenance ere the last
gasp, but beyond bare recognition, 80
far a. external sign could tell, they
might as well not have met. That the
elder Wilson's heart was In the right
place was clearly shown by the phrasing
of his will, which abounded In odd ex-
pressions and out-of-the-way evidences
of the love that burned in the core OF his
heart for the child of his youth, to whom
he left all his vast possessions, beyond
some trifling legacies to old-time em-
ployees and ! substantial bequest to the
parish church, with the request that II
It was in consonance with Johns best
interests, he would return to his home
and resume the position at the head Of the
establishment for which his father had
designed him from his cradle days.
But the boyi
To say that everything that money
could do and expert seeking endeavor
was employed by the beresved father,
would be simply to say that he was ,
man and father, but all to no purpose,
and the weeks ran into months and the
months became year when Jennie, who
had faded gradually, passed from earth,
and Joined the angel bands in Heaven,
sad, despondent, fearful to the very end.
Fifteen years later John married .
wealthy widow, whose daughter Mary, .
pleasant faced ten-year-old prattler, had
won his heart, even before her mother
did. His life was like that of most men
immersed in affairs, with this addition,
Q vein of sentiment, doubtless born OF
the sad and dramatic experiences Of his
young manhood. and grown in strength
and Influence by the terrible excite
ment attending the loss Of his boy, 30
that he saw very little Of society
beyond that Of his wife and daughter.
The general features of his previous life
were known to Mrs. Wilson, but - John
was not q very communicative person,
she did not know what was the fact, that
every day in every week he mourned the
loss Of his boy. He had never believed